Modern Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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The Cage Of Their Perfect Lie
My husband, Grayson Daugherty, threw me out of his car in the pouring rain to rush to another woman's side. That was the night I learned our marriage was a lie, a carefully constructed cage to protect his real love. But the deception ran deeper than I could have imagined. When I tried to leave, my own family betrayed me, beating me until I bled just to keep their precious business alliance intact. My life's work, my photography, was stolen by his mistress, Kennedy, and he locked me in a dark basement, using my deepest childhood trauma as a weapon to force my silence. I was just a pawn, a shield, a sacrifice on the altar of their epic love. Stripped of my family, my art, and my heart, I finally understood. If they wanted a storm, I would become a hurricane. I burned our penthouse to the ground and walked away, ready to destroy the man who broke me. But I never expected him to follow me to the ends of the earth, ready to die just to prove his love was real./1/119586/coverorgin.jpg?v=fba1b256fb2257cbb0705bd19b6ee6f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced And Pregnant: The Billionaire's Hidden Heir
I married billionaire Harrison Sterling to fulfill a dying grandmother's wish, but to him, I was nothing but a scheming leech. When my grandfather needed emergency surgery, I swallowed my pride and begged my husband for the money. Instead of helping, he humiliated me in front of his mistress, forced me into his bed, and then threw $250,000 at me as "severance." "Take the money, sign the divorce papers, and disappear from my life." I took the blood money, left his mansion without a backward glance, and paid for my grandfather's surgery. But my brief taste of freedom was shattered by a frantic call from my abusive mother. My brother, locked in prison because Harrison believed he killed his ex-fiancée, had been brutally beaten. "If you don't make Harrison save him, I'll go to the press and ruin you both!" I was trapped between a toxic family and a husband who wanted me ruined. Harrison hated me to his core. He had no idea that years ago, I was the teenage girl who dove into a freezing riptide to save him from drowning. With my phone blocked and his security ordered to throw me out on the street, I had no official way to reach him. So, I stole a caterer's apron, tied my hair back, and sneaked into the heavily guarded Sterling Tower. This time, I wasn't going to beg./0/61818/coverorgin.jpg?v=274ca787356cf61c73c9c8d7965a3155&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby
Marrying her best friend was a dream come true for Kelly, but everything truly has a limitation. Pierce is Kelly’s first love, but as his best friend, she knew well there was always another woman deep in his heart. Lexi Gilbert. The woman Pierce could never forget even if he had already been arranged to marry Kelly. *** Kelly finally realized their happy marriage of the last three years was just a beautiful dream when Pierce asked for a divorce just because Lexi returned. She could only be his best friend even if she was carrying his baby. *** Since their friendship had become a cage, Kelly chose to set him free, as well as the miserable herself. But why then, it was Pierce who became the one who refused to move on? To make matters worse, her devil stepbrother also domineeringly stepped in at the same time, asking her to be his. *** Her Prince Charming vs. Her Devil Stepbrother? How could Kelly save her heart in this battle of love and hate?/0/31471/coverorgin.jpg?v=02b01ebcb0f73832f53ecdd04cea4870&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband./1/123567/coverorgin.jpg?v=9266220d86f62907a8080c4d90c9a7f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Left Pregnant, Now My Baby Daddy's A Billionaire
Seven years ago, Eliana, the privileged rich girl, left the shy, penniless Wesley and secretly bore his child. When they reunited, she had lost everything, while he had become heir to a billion-dollar empire. Masked for a work interview, she found him cold, hostile, and eager to torment her. When she confronted him, he just sneered and called her face an eyesore. Terrified, Eliana fled with their child that night, only to find Wesley blocking her door. "Where are you going this time?" She believed he hated her for breaking his heart. Yet every night, he studied their only photo, tracing every line and curve until they were etched deep into his soul./1/104683/coverorgin.jpg?v=cfdb0787a9e8cfcd03ca27ba936b5d24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband
I sat in the gray, airless room of the New York State Department of Corrections, my knuckles white as the Warden delivered the news. "Parole denied." My father, Howard Sterling, had forged new evidence of financial crimes to keep me behind bars. He walked into the room, smelling of expensive cologne, and tossed a black folder onto the steel table. It was a marriage contract for Lucas Kensington, a billionaire currently lying in a vegetative state in the ICU. "Sign it. You walk out today." I laughed at the idea of being sold to a "corpse" until Howard slid a grainy photo toward me. It showed a toddler with a crescent-moon birthmark—the son Howard told me had died in an incubator five years ago. He smiled and told me the boy's safety depended entirely on my cooperation. I was thrust into the Kensington estate, where the family treated me like a "drowned rat." They dressed me in mothball-scented rags and mocked my status, unaware that I was monitoring their every move. I watched the cousin, Julian, openly waiting for Lucas to die to inherit the empire, while the doctors prepared to sign the death certificate. I didn't understand why my father would lie about my son’s death for years, or what kind of monsters would use a child as a bargaining chip. The injustice of it burned in my chest as I realized I was just a pawn in a game of old money and blood. As the monitors began to flatline and the family started to celebrate their inheritance, I locked the door and reached into the hem of my dress. I pulled out the sharpened silver wires I’d fashioned in the prison workshop. They thought they bought a submissive convict, but they actually invited "The Saint"—the world’s most dangerous underground surgeon—into their home. "Wake up, Lucas. You owe me a life." I wasn't there to be a bride; I was there to wake the dead and burn their empire to the ground./1/100498/coverorgin.jpg?v=07db19a071fa7712dc1c6b94b3e50aa6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Let Her Go, Now She's Unattainable
To repay a debt, Elliana hid her real abilities and married into a powerful family, quietly helping her husband conquer the business world. Three years later, he coldly announced, "She's back. We're getting divorced." Elliana dropped the act. No longer willing to pretend, she stepped out as a legendary healer, a supermodel, the head of a global conglomerate, a top luxury designer, and a master restorer. Her ex begged for forgiveness, but Elliana never looked back-she chose his far more impressive uncle instead. "You're just not worth it."/1/123541/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0d20a982b57c1247ae56c0b2595997e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fake Marriage? The Billionaire Heiress Has A Thousand Faces
Kylee discovered that her marriage was fake and her husband was already married to someone else. She had been used as a pawn from the very beginning. Worse yet, he had secretly drugged her, causing irreversible harm to her fertility system, and even expected her to raise he and his mistress' child! Reclaiming her billion-dollar inheritance, she walked away without looking back. But fate had other plans—her father's will came with one condition: she had to marry a disabled man?! On her wedding night, Zachary, the so-called "disable" man pinned her down. "Need me to show you how a wedding night works, darling?" She had already inherited billions. Why let a man call the shots? Not a chance! With a cold sneer, Kylee kicked him off the bed and escaped. But Zachary found her anyway, pulling her into his arms. "Didn't I warn you? Run away, and you'll pay for it with the rest of your life."/0/67179/coverorgin.jpg?v=92820b55ddaf3bc2d667aca57b1777e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Scorned Bride Turned Out To Be Legendary
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled./1/119294/coverorgin.jpg?v=0c58a4577b1221d5ec615a914151ba03&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ghosted His Heart, Now He Hates Me
Years after ghosting my online boyfriend, I returned to the U.S. as a successful journalist, completely transformed. My first big assignment was a documentary on his world-champion esports team. He was Emmett Burke, the team captain, and he didn't recognize me at all. Instead of recognition, I was met with pure hatred. During our first interview, he publicly called our past relationship a "deception," a lesson that taught him to only trust what's real. The man who once loved my online persona, "Aria," now looked at me with cold contempt. To make matters worse, my social-climbing mother-now his stepmother-had lied to him years ago, painting me as a cruel catfish just to get me out of the way. He believed her, and his bitterness was a constant, painful reminder of the past I couldn't escape. It hurt knowing I'd caused his pain by disappearing, but his utter dismissal of what we had felt like a fresh betrayal every day. I thought there was no hope, that he would hate "Aria" forever. Until one night, he found a box of my old things my mother tried to throw away. Inside was a photo of my old self with "Aria" written on the back, and a medal he had sent me all those years ago./1/115052/coverorgin.jpg?v=51e51299837e9d176bc8804b6329394c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price Of A Shredded Wedding Dress
My wedding day was supposed to be the start of forever. I was in my custom Vera Wang gown, about to marry Jameson Alvarez and merge our two powerful families. But when his high school sweetheart staged a minor accident, he didn't just leave me at the altar. In front of hundreds of guests, he ripped my wedding dress right off my body, leaving me exposed in my lingerie. He used the shredded silk to cover her shoulders, shielding her from the crowd while I stood there, stripped bare for all to see. Later, he sent a text asking me to "be a good sport" and reschedule. He thought the woman who loved him would simply forgive this ultimate humiliation. But the Alannah who loved him died at that altar. My mind, cold and clear, recalled Section 7.2 of our pre-merger agreement. I picked up my phone and made a call to my legal team. "It's a breach," I said. "Activate the billion-dollar clause. Freeze everything."/1/100389/coverorgin.jpg?v=17ec42e920843684e8676976a2210f51&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Contractual Wife's Silent Comeback
My husband told me I was a contractual obligation, an irritant he was forced to endure after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a social media influencer, a woman whose lies were as polished as her feed. But when her baby was found with a small cut on her lip, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous monster who attacked an innocent child. My husband, the man I had stood by through everything, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he ordered a guard to take a needle and thread and sew my lips shut. "She needs to see nothing. Hear nothing. Say nothing," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy. He then had me hung upside down in the lobby of my own wellness retreat, a public spectacle for the world to condemn. As I dangled there, bleeding and broken, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me. But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I' d planted in the baby's room. And they had no idea that my family could crush his entire empire with a single phone call./1/113992/coverorgin.jpg?v=25b1a377019ef76471b37b798882768c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Wife Makes A Spectacular Comeback
On our third anniversary, I spent hours cooking my husband's favorite meal, waiting for him to come home. Instead of a greeting, I overheard him and his mother in the living room, planning to evict me. He was an A-list actor, and I was his secret wife—a "failed PR investment" they now wanted to erase with a $250,000 NDA. He told me my trailer-park background was a stain dragging his career down. Later, when I suffered a severe allergic reaction to a sleeping pill and nearly died, he didn't care. He stormed into my hospital room, accused me of faking a suicide attempt for attention, and called my late mother a pathetic drunk. Even the arrogant ER doctor treated me like a desperate, hysterical housewife wasting medical resources. I gave up three years of my life to be his unpaid maid and his shadow, only to be thrown away like garbage. But what my husband didn't know was that the mysterious, top-tier creator "Xen" he was desperately trying to sign a life-changing deal with to save his career... was actually me. I ripped the IV out of my arm, bleeding onto the hospital floor, and smiled at him. "I'm going to watch you fall." I hired the most ruthless divorce lawyer in LA to take half his fortune, and quietly canceled his dream contract. This time, I'm going to watch his gilded life burn to the ground./0/31572/coverorgin.jpg?v=625c67d95885a2fc84ff27df5c47e6ab&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage: Spoiled By My Mysterious Husband
Three years ago, Eunice gave birth to triplets, but only one of the three children survived—or so she was told. In order to inherit her mother's property, Eunice was forced to marry a poor but handsome computer programmer. After getting married to this mysterious man, she started to wonder… Three years ago, she had never had sex with a man but had somehow gotten pregnant… She also found out that she had another living child... What was the truth? And why did her “poor” husband look exactly like the wealthy tycoon she had seen on TV?/1/125761/coverorgin.jpg?v=a442eddeac71be602c2a385107a885ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Genius: Out Of Your League
At my grand engagement party at the Waldorf Astoria, I stood perfectly dressed, a prop in a play for New York's elite. But instead of a toast, my fiancé Julian took the microphone and publicly announced he was ending our engagement because he was deeply in love with my adopted sister, Annabel. The ballroom erupted in mocking whispers. Annabel threw herself into his arms, playing the perfect weeping victim, while my own mother rushed the stage to comfort her. "My dear child, it's not your fault. It's fate." Later, my father even tried to call the police on me, falsely accusing me of being a dangerous fugitive just to ruin my life and appease his greed. They all waited for my hysterical breakdown, thinking I was just a useless, uneducated girl who desperately needed the Beaumont family name to survive. They had no idea that the daughter they were throwing away was actually a top-tier national security asset, a genius physicist whose classified research was heavily guarded by the Pentagon. So, I didn't shed a single tear. "I'm officially informing you that you're dumped." I calmly tossed the massive diamond ring into the champagne tower and walked out the door. As black military helicopters descended on the estate lawn to escort me to my new life, I watched my toxic family's faces turn pale with terror, and I finally chose to live for myself./1/105393/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff0908fb9219f0044d5f9ee0eba96448&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: My Billionaire Husband
I was twenty-five weeks pregnant, sitting on a cracked plastic chair at the hospital, when my billionaire husband looked me right in the eye and called me "it." Ellsworth didn't recognize his own wife in my tight coat and swollen ankles; he was too busy shielding his mistress, Jolie, from the "messy cleaning lady" in the hallway. "Just ignore it," he told his assistant as I struggled to stand. "Close the doors. We’re running late for the gala." He left me there with a high-risk pregnancy diagnosis and a prescription I couldn't afford, while he drove off in a Maybach with a woman who had meticulously stolen my entire identity. When I returned to our cold mansion, the nightmare continued. His grandmother treated me like a breeding animal, and the housekeeper tried to starve me because Ellsworth said my weight gain was "embarrassing" to the family name. I soon realized the sick truth: Jolie wasn't just his lover; she was a mimic, wearing my old clothes and using my old hair tutorials to play the role of the woman I was before the Banks family broke me. How could a man who once promised to love me now treat me like a stain on his perfect life? Why was he keeping me trapped in a guest room while parading a fake version of me around the city? They thought I was a broken, penniless ghost with nowhere to go, but they forgot I was once the sharpest financial mind of my generation. While Ellsworth was busy playing house with a replica, I was secretly accepting a fully funded PhD and auditing his illegal shell companies from the shadows of his own home. He thinks he can keep me trapped in this marriage just to secure his trust fund. He has no idea that I’m not just leaving—I’m going to burn his empire to the ground before the baby is even born./1/113757/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d03781bfaaf6e7926e9ddefe05a7339&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Stranger Husband Is A Hidden Zillionaire
To escape my abusive adoptive mother selling me to a loan shark for $50,000, I rushed to City Hall to marry a blind date. In a blind panic, I grabbed the wrong man. He was Julian Cardenas IV, a billionaire CEO who desperately needed a fake wife to dodge a corporate arranged marriage. We signed the papers on the spot. He became my legal shield. He moved me into his pristine penthouse and secretly protected me from my family's violent threats. When I broke down crying in the freezing cold, he quietly left me hot cocoa. For the first time in my life, I felt safe. But then, Julian overheard me complaining to my sister about my constantly breaking-down car, groaning that I had to "get rid of this baby four times." He thought I meant abortions. The man who was slowly melting my frozen heart instantly turned to ice. He threw away the dinner he had specially bought for me, his eyes filled with absolute disgust and blinding rage. I was left entirely confused and terrified. Why did my savior suddenly look at me like I was the most repulsive thing in the world? What had I done to deserve this sudden cruelty? I thought this fake marriage was my ticket out of hell. I didn't realize I had just locked myself in a cage with a furious, ruthless CEO who now wanted to destroy me./1/108367/coverorgin.jpg?v=5ef6144e42c31e21dc9b3a01224a16b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Johnston: She Is Gone
Kara was diagnosed with cancer, and her unborn child could not be kept. Kara planned to end the pregnancy, get a divorce, and face her impending death with equanimity, allowing Davin and his new love, Alyse, to be together. But Davin had no intention of letting her go so easily. He and the increasingly frail Kara were inseparable day and night, just to leave a child for the infertile Alyse. Kara lay dying in her hospital bed, crying and laughing, pleading, "I'll give you my life, please let me go." Later, the cold and aloof man knelt before Kara's tombstone, holding gardenias day and night, his eyes red as he murmured, "Baby, stop it, come back."/1/112783/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ce7275faa248b940cea98514f4a81d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lost Her Forever, Driven Mad by Regret
After four years locked in a high-security mental ward, Adaline's billionaire husband finally came to see her. But Carter didn't come to save her. He threw the divorce papers at her face, demanding she make way for his engagement to her adopted sister, Elois. Adaline couldn't even speak to defend herself. Her tongue had been mangled, her nails pulled out, and her leg shattered by the asylum orderlies-all paid for by Elois's trust fund. When Adaline desperately handed Carter her terminal lung cancer diagnosis, begging for just enough money to buy painkillers, he tore it to pieces without a second glance. "Do not use the city's medical resources as props for your pathetic attempts to avoid signing those papers," he sneered. He thought her coughing up dark blood was just a cheap trick. He threw a stack of cash at her face and told her to kiss his bodyguard's muddy boot if she wanted the money to survive. Her adoptive parents froze all her assets, calling her a violent psychopath, while Elois poured boiling tea on her broken leg and smiled. Elois had stolen her violin career, her compositions, and her husband, yet everyone treated the monster like a fragile angel. Why did the man who once loved her turn a blind eye to her deformed hands and bleeding throat? Why did her own family want her dead so badly? Lying in the dark, burning with a terminal fever, Adaline knew she only had two months left to live. Since she was going to die anyway, she would make sure to drag them all to hell with her./1/105382/coverorgin.jpg?v=e72db1fee928e2b72ab889f3b94d3809&imageMogr2/format/webp)
